He rushed from the house to the street.

His brother, his Timokles, back again! Back from the desert! Back in his city-home of Alexandria! And not to be allowed to draw one free breath, to come back to the house, to see Cocce, to see him, Heraklas! What could be done! What could be done! To be taken to Rome to meet the lions! Heraklas ran toward the northern gate.

He bethought himself of caution, and tried to go with his usual step.

He passed through the Gate of the Sun, and by discreet inquiries discovered which ship the Christians were on.

Then he hid himself near one of the docks, and watched the ship.
Two days! One of the days partly gone already! Timokles would go away never to return, surely, this time.
"I also am a Christian!" cried Heraklas aloud.
Only the swaying of the water against the dock answered him.